It's Just My Opinion lyrics - Classified

[Intro - Classified talking:]
(Class, yo Class man, I heard these guys hatin on ya man
Your beats, your lyrics, everything)
Ha, Whatever man, it's their opinion, everyone got one, right?
I think I'm the dopest on the planet right now but it's just my opinion
Yeah, yeah
It's just my opinion, don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
Yeah
It's just my opinion
Yo, let me do this, you ready?

[Verse 1 - Classified:]
It's all a matter of opinion, some stay losin, some winnin
Some fall off in a minute, some blow up on a instant
Some come out of Canada, the best country to live in
Unless you like me and you a strugglin musician
Constantly grindin, honest when rhymin
Tryin to make a buck with no major label signing
Climbin the ladder tryin to reach for the prime
It's like a midget takin stairs two steps at a time (it won't happen)
So I discharge, spit bars, sit back
And leave thick scars from toes to your chin strap
Ain't tryin to get hard but kick start on impact
Crash through your class and give rap acts whiplash
So where your clique at? [gasp], get your wind back [exhale]
You need a break? Then eat a motherfuckin Kit Kat
I'll leave you mismatched with nowhere to go but down
Kill the chit chat and get your whole show shut down

[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, haha, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions

[Verse 2 - Classified:]
(So call me) a whack rapper, (call me) a backpacker
(Call me) a no back cracker, that's gets around on tractors
Just call me [phone ringing] and say it to my face
Everybody got an opinion but stick to what ya say
A man's words work and verses many ways
I plan to serve herbs and murder any stage
I plan to impress, pretty to filthy hoes
And put Canada on my back like Kanye West in his video
I ain't a savior, I'm a freak of nature
I break pens and eat paper, then a week later
Spit it out for each hater, unnormal behavior
But I told ya before, I'm not your average beatmaker
It's my opinion, World class premiere
I sat in front of a turntable half of last year
Diggin and creatin, that's all a kid got
That's why three fourths of my tracks are about hip-hop

[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
It's just an opinion, it's just my opinion
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
If I don't like your style, it's just an opinion
If I say you're a bitch, it's just my opinion
If I think your rhymes are whack, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion
And if you think I talk funny, that's just your opinion
If you don't like my clothes, that's just your opinion
And if you don't feel my flow, that's just your opinion
I won't sound affected, it's just an opinion

[Verse 3 - Classified:]
Yeah and this is for the open-minded, who live outside the box
Who ain't confined and tryin to walk in someone else's socks
Whoever speakin out usin common sense
Ain't scared to voice their opinion and deal with the consequence
I give you props, it's harder than it looks
You need to do your part and be smart without books
They'll try to have you shook [dog barking], the bark is weak
You can say that rhyme pays but I know talk's cheap
And I don't hear it, I need to see actions not lyrics
I can see through your spirit, no matter what clothes you wearin
A lot of people really got to get back to the basics
That's just my opinion, nobody got to take it

[Chorus - Classified w/ ad libs:]
And that's just my opinion, ha
Don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my view and my visions
It's just an opinion
So, don't get it twisted, it's just my opinion
Ain't nothin personal, it's my beliefs and my visions
It's just an opinion, it's just an opinion
Don't sound so affected, it's just my opinion

Listen lyrics - Classified

Listen, Listen, Listen
Class
Ya, Ya, Yo

[Verse 1: Classified]
Now When I Speak Truth, I Get Labelled As A Asshole
Say What I See, Talk What Class Knows
Everybody Wanna Sit On The Plateau, They Never Grow Up
Stay Young, And Act Out
Never Back Out, Dont Make Assumptions
Tracks Hit And I Still Spit Substance
Yes Y'all, Straight Killin The Public
Over The Top With Next To No Budget
Kids' Tight, But Gotta Stay Focused
Rip Mics, Ripped Off By Promoters
Handle My Biz (Ok) Keep Hands Clean
I Roll Wit A Crew, But Im A One Man Team
And, Doesnt Matter If You Think Im Hot Or Not
Just Keep Talkin Bout Me At The Barber Shop
No Names Drop, That Can Give You Props
Dont Be Jealous, Some Day My Reign Will Stop
But Until Then Im Still Gunna Do This
Without Music, Im Basically Useless
Stand Here For Another 10 Years
Wit A Mic In My Hand And A Beat In My Ear

[Chorus:]
Now Let Me Make Myself Clear, Been Lonely Here For A Minute
Need To Get This Off Of My Mind, Just Let Me Handle My Business
Im Takin It One At A Time, Ive Just Begun So Man Listen
So Listen, So Listen, So Listen, Listen, Listen

[Verse 2: Classified]
Never Fall Off, Class Dont Spit It
Freestyle For Hours, [?]
Talk Trash, Kid I Aint Get It
Aint A Funny Guy, But I Leave You In Stiches
And Im'a Say It, Mcs Are Bitches
Always Complain Every Time We Spit Shit
Or Some Women, Guys Have Been Dissin
Damn, I Do It Too And Aint Afraid To Admit It
Feels Like The Whole World Just Flipped Around
I Know Kids Used To Hate, Now Give Me Pounce
Same Time I Know Kids Used To Love Me
Made Moves, Now They Cant Stop Actin Ugly
But That's Hiphop, Your Average Fan
Stay Underground, Be The Favorite Band
Guess It Feels Like They Found Somethin New
But When Other People Like It, They Start Hating You
And That's Hiphop, Embrace My Words

[X2:] Listen , Listen

And I Know What I've Done, Media Ignores Me
I've Done More Than The Artist In Your Story
Go Ahead, Don't Bother To Support Me
There's So Much Hate In My Own Territory
I'll Still Lay Tracks To Rest
Live, In Effect, Class In The Flesh, Man
I Should Teach Rappin Steps
Sell It To Whack Council, Paperback And Secs, Yes
I'll Do What I Need To Survive This
Aint Goin Back To The 9 To 5 Shifts
Smoke Too Much Weed, And Im Tryin To Be The Loudest
Tryin To Make Noise, But I Move In Silence

[Chorus X2]

No Mistakes lyrics - Classified

[Verse 1:]
Just keep it goin'; yeah, yo
Now, I made many decisions and made many mistakes
Walked on many lands and swam in many lakes
I did good, did wrong; I got props and pissed on
I was dissed by the system but I still tried to get on
No one could tell me that my style was unhealthy
I never listened, kept spittin' 'til the neh-sayers felt me
Lookin' back, I guess you haters helped me
My fuel my drive
All just increased when you hated on Classified
Here's advice, for every rapper startin' out
Don't release a record 'til you're happy with the bars you wrote
My forth album's the first record I really liked
Before that my flow was too hype and I really couldn't write
So, I took the long way, we could argue all day if it's the wrong way
But sit back and let the song play
Props to Joe Bombay for hookin' me up at the start
I never had the skill but he knew I had the heart

[Chorus: x2]
Now understand, what I say
This year, no mistakes
Got here, no fate
Paid dues, won't wait
Made some mistakes and I'll probably make more
Just how it happens when you're try to go forward

[Verse 2:]
I made the mistake of mixin' business and friendship
People got offended, relationships were ended
So that's why I remember this, severe every tie
Cause every time I ever endevor with business
It fucks up; Nothin' personal, but I got friends, I don't need 'em
And you'd wouldn't talk to me if I didn't have the beat you needed
I've been through too many shitty MC's with beats, believe it
But I got eat, kid; and seems the weaker cast the feeding
I'm hungry, can't think with an empty stomach
Made bad decisions and now I suffer from it
Got a few videos, but yo, wish I planned the vision through
Some came out dope, some are better just to listen to
Not tryin' to make excuses; But all I'm tryin' to do is music
Forget about these interviews and photoshoots
It's just not something for Class
I'm only here for rhymes, buildin' beats, killin' tracks and that's that

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Gimme a second, gimme a second; yo
I started off young, took a couple wrong paths
Yo man, put some more hi-hats in it
Now it's all good and I ain't ever lookin' back; yeah, yo
And I got this joint on my keyboard starin' back at me
Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
Say I got no problem, but I really hate denyin' it
I'm an addict for the marijuana
Doesn't matter if I wanna get high
I get high, it's part of everyday life that I chose
I know this shit'll probably kill me
And I won't quit, but everytime I blaze, I feel guilty
And I still do it, cause every choice has a consiquence
Never made made mistakes, then I'll never made no progress, man
No dope beats; In Hip-Hop you wouldn't know me
I'd still be back at Sobey's stockin' ya shelf with groceries

[Chorus x2]

Problemz lyrics - Classified (feat. J Bizzy, J-Bru, Mic B, Spesh K)

[Chorus]
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we ain't really bothered, we say mother fuck 'em
We don't mean to be a problem
But every time we start talkin'
Somebody else got a problem
But we say fuck 'em

[Classified]
I mix this like black magic
I got problems and bad habits
I'm always talkin' to myself now like Fred Savage
I ain't the best, but I know I'm above average
Lookin' for my next meal but stuck out in left field; [and]
Smoke too much, I won't grow up
And we dope as fuck but no one's as broke as us
To make it in this game is a million to one
Unless you suck dick literally like William Hung; [oh]
Man, I got a problem hatin' on shitty rappers
I guess that's just me, I got a hate for shitty rappers
I know what I'm talkin' about
I'm like George Strombolopolous every time I open my mouth
That's the truth

[J Bizzy]
Excuse me, I'm tryin' to earn a mere buck or two
J Bizzy react like, "Who the fuck are you?"
Calm down, bomb towns like graph artists
Attack arists we lack hardest not in whack hardest
Eww, now that's pimpin'
So immature, I'll never grow up like Maggie Simpson
Don't wanna find a real job to make a livin'
I got problems, like when my weed baggy's missin'
I got berzerk, act like I can't work or function
Flippin' over all my furniture, rummagin'
For marijuana crums again
Cursin' and mumblin', my stomach stay rumblin'
I'm hungry as fuck

[Chorus]

[J-Bru]
Yo, I'm havin' problems; I suffer from manic depression
But I don't see a shrink and never take my prescription
My girl's wonderin' why my mind races
My have black, half white, "Why I'm so racist"
Nobody's perfect; And Women, love to date 'em
But can't keep 'em for too long cause I start to hate 'em
Try not to get too drunk
Cause one time my girl talked shit and I smacked her up
Oh fuck; My biggest problem gotta be
Watchin' Videos of MC's that's not as hot as me
This independent shit is kinda shady
Industry rule number four-thousand and eighty

[Spesh K]
Now a day, I put the pro in the problem
Cause I plan to get paid off of tellin' the causes
Raw is the reason I sleep in on Tuesday
Greed would explain why there's weed in my suitcase
Confuse my notes whole with a rail road
Confront the po-po, now I gotta get bailed out
Burnin' smokes across from the Nova Scotia hospital
Where the crazy folks all talk to ya
Be a carpenter like Jesus was
Cause they want you to do whatever Jesus does
Walkin' bare-foot on broken seacrum jugs
Young alcoholics like I need that buzz

[Chorus]

[Mic B]
I ain't tryin' to say that I'm a crack addict
But I got some bad habits like blazin' up in my dad's attic
My dad's had it, he wants me out of his house
Cause I ain't bringin' no bread and I'm eatin' all of his toast
I'm sorry father that I didn't get it together
I swear I'll hit you back once I'm gettin' some chedder
Mom's sittin' in the corner knittin' a sweater
Cause she knows soon that I'm gonna have to deal with the weather
I really just wanna be left alone
Sometimes I sit at home and I disconnect my phone; ya see
Since I'm sperm, seaman squerm
And certain people can't believe that I'm a decent person
Said, once I hit my pre-teens that means it curtains
Ya need to clean ya act up; this is the cleanest version
It's not like this demons workin' inside of me
I just want some privacy cause I'm a shy and I'm as high as can be

High School Behavior lyrics - Classified

Leave the dirt in it, we're gonna keep it dirty
Yeah, I'm mellowin it out for a minute
Yeah, on some high school shit
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Now take a walk with me
On a trip in through history
In high school, where everyone grows quickly
Where young girls learn how to be a dick tease
And every young guy thought he was the shit, please
I went through all the same things you did
I was a skater, a jock, I was a rapper, still is
Shit, I used to dress like I was Snoop Doggy Dog
People used to laugh, but yo I laughed it off
Everybody deals with the same situations
Puberty, clicks and masturbation
And everybody had confrontations
It's high school I know that you're realatin
I remember all the stress I had
Cuz dad always made me do the best I can
My grades wasn't good enough
Dates always stood me up
Lookin at the cool kids like, "Damn that should be us"
But as the world turns and we realize
That high school has no effect on real lives
All the preps, skids, thugs and skaters
Chess clubs'n jocks, its high school behavior

Yeah, its high school shit
Like that, it's high school behavior (and I ain't worrying about it no more)
It's high school shit

(Wait I got one more, I got one more verse, check it)

[Verse 2]
Now try and picture this, 15 still a virgin
93 let me set the scene perfect
Young guy still shy around women
But knew her from the Outback, small town livin
Same age, same grade, same date
We agreed to let our sex life take shape
Made a plan and kept it between us
At the Jr. High Prom party, we was gonna fuck (YUP!)
Still nervous as hell
But I was excited as well
Before I burned any L's
So I was hyper as hell
Date came at the party time for action
Walked down the road to be alone and make it happen
Only lasted for a minute and a half
And I don't know man; I think I heard her laugh
Woke the dead up, yeah I popped her cherry
But neither of us knew we just did it in a cemetery
Dead silence... Felt kinda awkward
Small town so everybody talkin
This high school shit is stressin me out
But I got older and figured every recipe out

It's high school shit
It's high school behavior (you know, and I'm done dealin with it)
It's high school shit (I'm lookin passed that now man, I'm lookin passed)
It's high school behavior (I got bigger things to worry about now)
It's high school shit

5th Element lyrics - Classified

[Chorus: x2]
It's the 5th element
Never repetitive
Highly competitive
Classy and elegant
I'm gettin' busier can't you tell
I got the rhymes that sound so well.

[Verse 1: Classified]
I got no time to waste
Back at it time to embrace
Kid is too nice I aint fallin' back on my face
I figured it out, yeah guess I'm crackin' the case
And I aint slowin' up in fact I'm detachin' the brace
So, believe me when I say it I aint gunna' take no
Shit from no man especially from no assholes
Class is too much I flex words like muscle
And I aint I hustler but I'm livin' off my hustle
Diggin' in the crates, renewin the track
Went from rapper who produce to producer who raps
Kid, respect drive if you don't respect rhymes
We all got a taste but I stood the test of time.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Classified]
And ever since I started movin' up
And popped of his class(?)
I've been getting more attention and offered more ass
Listen, love women, can't stand sluts
Medias fucked, irritating all of the above
My flow aint pretty, rhymes aint gritty
I'm in between, from the country livin' in the city
And record labels never saw a thing in me
But I enjoy that a thousand kids sing with me
A modern day hippie, yeah changin' up the norm
Smoke dope, you can say I'm bakin' up a storm
Dress like I'm 16 spit like a pro
Wear the same clothes in every video and every second show
This is me, try to do it comfortably
Lazy as hell but I run my own company
And most music, really I despise it
But I hate on everything I even hate most of my shit.

[Chorus x2]

C'mon, classified, class, class, ified
Classified, class, class, ified

Classified, class, class, ified
Classified, class, class, ified

[Verse 3: Classified]
Hip hop aint the same
I remember parents used to hate it
But hip hop is grown up and now parents play it
Everybody and the grandmother love rap now
And everybody and the grandmother try to rap now
I'm a fan but I'm loosin' my cool
Cuz every rapper that I hear keep abusing their tools
You can't make an album with 12 battle tracks
When your punch lines are wack
And you can't make hyenas laugh..
Most rappers don't like me I can live with it
Dis me on your record cuz really I don't give a shit
Say that I'm a sellout
Call my beats commercial
It's only music man I don't take none of it personal.

[Chorus x2]

Separate the Music from the Gimmicks lyrics - Classified

Class Class Class Class Class [x3]
Ya, turn, turn the heat up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Class Class Class Class Class

[Verse One]
Now
I'd always told I need a gimmick in this music business
I got no women, just it's me and I'm defying physics
Dissin critics who never listened but more specific
I'm trying to make a living, when I'm spttin' that's my vision
Now you know how I'm livin' everything I spit I did it
Torn, painted the town, ripped a microphone in every district
I treat this like a privilege, I sleep in everyday
Traded in steady pay, take a chance anyway
Still movin, I've paid my dues put my work in
Climbing on this bandwagon, ya still got me discouraged, cause
Ain't nothing worse then when every person
try to jump on my excursion, trying to eat off what I'm doin'
What's your purpose? You don't deserve this surface
We know that your flow is worthless
I can't believe that you people think your dues can be purchased
I know - ain't no one perfect, but your going at this half ass
It's like burning your bridges and buying a mack pass
I ain't the best producer or the dopest MC
I'm the complete package, illist rap artist you still haven't seen
ain't a cocky guy but I gotta speak truth, you want proof?
Give me a pen, my beat machines and I'm a give you loot

Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the table
Yo Yo Yo

Turn, Turn the heat up, that's what's real
B M studio
We speak the facts
Spittin Lyrics on tracks

[Verse Two]
Yo when I was young I used to play these games pretend to dress up
But guess what? I've grown
So I don't put my image on..I live it
Play my cards right, ain't trying to be a statistic
Kid with quick lip who opens you up on every visit
I never pimped a hoe, never sold no crack
Never caught a bullet, never dissed my parents on a track
Guess they raised me right, Huh?
This Aint as simple as it sounding?
I stole a lot, lot a lot
Every two weeks I was grounded
And that's why now I'm grounded
I got my head on straight
Spittin' what I know, ignitin
mics and always detinate

(Hip Hop, Hip Hop)

Is my fate, whether or not you relate
It doesn't make a difference, either way class is doing great
Now watch those moves you make
Cause everybody's lossin face
Smokin it up so much how they look, these people got no music taste
Your gimmicks fuckin' played, what you really don't see it
Trying to play us out like dummies
Son we just don't believe it

EASY!

Sometimes I loose control, and get a bit excited
But this is life, kid if you don't live it, then don't write it
I'm sayin' too much I'm the first one to admit it
I'm just really trying to separate the music from the gimmicks

Can you hear what I'm sayin?
You seen all the gimmicks
It's time to turn the tables
Turn Turn The heat Up
Separate the music from the gimmicks
Thats all you got? [x3]

The Maritimes lyrics - Classified

Yo, Let's take it back to the Maritimes Man
You cant take yourself too serious
Do that thing you guys were doing

Fill your cup up and chug
Roll a Joint up and get fucked
Ready for a kitchen party
Welcome to the Maritimes [x2]

I'm from the East Coast of Canada, home of the bag pipe
Known for the fiddle players, beer and our keg price
Known for Alexander Keiths and the Donair
Home of the Mooseheads but I don't really go there
We pay a buck for a litre of gas and
Smokes cost $10 a pack and
We always mix our tobacco with weed, its just the way
we always done it, shit is natural to me

So let me tackle the beat and unravel the scene
Let you people know what you never travel to see
We got battle MC's, we got storytellers
And we got awful MC's and corny motherfuckers
We got everything you wanna hear
Conscious to Back pack, Commercial to Gangsta
R&B to Abstract, grunge to Rock, Classical to Country
So many artist workin' but no one making money

Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence
Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a fisher man
No major league teams, baseball or hockey
No urban radio, just country and pop beats
I'm trying to shake these stereotypes
So give me space please, let me air out my life
I don't even eat fish, shit I never tried lobster
Cant play the fiddle, and never was a logger
But I swam in clean lakes, and enjoyed cool breezes
But Halifax Harbour's like swimming in diseases

We only known for Anne of Green Gables,
Coal mines, The Bluenose and P.E.I potatoes
The Maritimes, its better then that
We livin' in the nether times so dead it with that
We got universal soul and buck 65 and
The whole CTG and of course Classified
We got back burner, good night, alpha flight, Lock Down
Mic Boyd, first word, tro biz and hell town
And a million other artists, trying to get there flow heard
And Let you know that we still workin' on these outskirts

We trying to blow like Halifax Explosion
Or maybe Anne Murray I know she's Nova Scotian
Or Hurricane Juan blowin from the ocean
Either way it goes I'm still reppin for my coast man

[Chorus]

That's how we do it down here
Least that's how you think we do it down here
We all pile in the kitchen
Do it like this

[Chorus]

Welcome to the Maritimes

Unexplainable Hunger lyrics - Classified (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & Choclair)

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking] [echo]
Hahaha, excellence
What up east coast!
My man Classified, holla at your boy

[Break: Royce Da 5'9" - talking (Sample) {Classified}]
(I feel a warm breeze)
(It moved my life)
The M.I.C. baby
(It feels closer now)
It's called Unexplainable Hunger
(As I get older)
From U.S. to Canada
{Mic check one, two}
(I feel a warm breeze)
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
(It moved my life) {yeah, yeah, yeah}
(It feels closer now)
(As I get older)
{You want to set this off? }
Yeah, yeah {let 'em know}
(I feel a warm breeze)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9" {Sample}]
Once upon a time in the city of crime
A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
He looked like the type you underestimate
He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin {older, older}
[Royce 5'9":]
It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese
The cheddar I brought, letter B
Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
His train of thought will stain that car {I feel a warm breeze} (uh)
I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
Could blow a brain that far
Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way I be spittin
Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...

[Chorus: Royce Da 5'9" (Sample) {"Scratched Samples"}]
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
Yeah, Royce 5'9"
(Feels closer now)
{"It's, it's hard to explain"}
(As I get older)
{"Hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"with these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
Next up to bat is my homeboy Classified
(I feel a warm wind)
(Got to move me to the other side)
Show Canada how you live
Show the U.S. how it is
You know how we do

[Verse 2: Classified {Sample}]
Yeah, I'm from a place where it snows six months of the year
Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer
Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear
And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class)
More advanced than you technical cats
Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash
You rappers gone nuts? Get your testicles back
I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts {I feel a warm}
Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?
It's like Snoop Dogg really goin out and quittin weed
I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen
Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in
Came in this game, no plan and no structure
No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "
Learned to play my part for the love of this art
Spittin with the same passion I did at the start
I feel a warm breeze

[Chorus: Classified (Sample) {"Scratched Samples"}]
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
Yeah
{"Classified"}
(It feels closer now)
{"It's, it's hard to explain"}
(As I get older)
{"Hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
Oh we ain't done
{"Cho-Choclair"}
(I feel a warm wind)
(Got to move me to the other side)
{"What up, what up, what up, what up"}
Talk to 'em

[Verse 3: Choclair {Sample}]
Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet
Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week
A dollar short for the bus fare again this week
Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak
I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five
But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five (yeah)
You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize
Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line
So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)
'Cause these haters just waitin to take your spot up (yeah)
Brush your shoulders off, pop your collar (yeah)
Make some power moves and then get dollars
Then these girls go and leave their scent on your collar (word)
Bring their scent home, then wifey's gon' holla (yeah)
She say you let consumers just dip into the product (uh huh)
But really you be showin your supporters that you got 'em
So daps for the fellas (yeah), hugs for the ladies (yeah)
Some kiss me on the cheek, some act a little crazy (whoa)
+Parking Lot Pimpin'+ and they call pumpin Jay-Z
Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a Hummer {I feel a warm}
But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber
Got the hot tracks that hit every summer (summer)
Yo, it's just Royce Nickel Nine, with my boy Classified
Yo it's Ch-Ch-Ch-Choclair [echo]

[Chorus: (Sample) {"Scratched Samples"}]
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
{"Royce 5'9""}
(Feels closer now)
{"It's, it's hard to explain"}
(As I get older)
{"Hard, hard, it's hard to explain"}
(I feel a warm breeze)
{"With these rhymes that are classic"}
(It moved my life)
{"Classified"}
(It feels closer now)
{"Ch-Choclair"}
(As I get older)
{"Starvin MC"}
(I feel a warm breeze...)
(I feel a warm wind)
(Got to move me to the other side, side, side, side...)

Do This Our Way lyrics - Classified

[Intro - Classified talking:]
Let's show 'em how we do it
What?
Come on, let's go

[Chorus 1 - Scratched Samples w/ ad libs:]
"We do it our way"
"Each and every day"
"Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin in the work"
"Neck snappin back and forth, 'bout to break that shit"
"Bre-break that shit"

"We do it our way"
"Every single day"
"Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin in the work"
"Neck snappin back and forth, 'bout to break that shit"
"That's to show you how nice I am"

[Verse 1 - Classified:]
In a matter of rhyme (yeah), I step out and shatter your spine
Half of the time, I spit just to rattle your mind
Laugh at your kind with your weak battle design
You must be out of your mind like tryin to travel through time
I'm too much for comfort, too much for one word
Can't be described, so I'm stayin Classified, get it?
I'm over your head kid and I'm ready to deport you
You like George Bush, your own country don't support you (haha)
I get ridiculous, sick with it, you can't see? Picture it
Do it with no guarantees, it's hit or miss
Run off initiative, I don't dream, I'm livin it
My whole mind frame, there ain't a chance you can get with it
My last album, how am I supposed to top it?
Only problem with it was not enough people copped it
If it's hard kid (then follow logic), support the project
Big up to all the heads who heard my product and actually bought it
I'm white trash, bald head, skinny, pot head
With a love for this rap game until the day I drop dead
You hand fed MCs are gettin ran out
So go back to the drawing board, draw another plan out

[Chorus 2 - Scratched Samples w/ ad libs:]
"We do it our way"
"Each and every day"
"Y'all know my occupation, I'm puttin in the work"
"Neck snappin back and forth, 'bout to break that shit"
"That's to show you how nice I am"

"We do it our way"
"Every single day"
"I'm puttin in the work"
"Neck snappin back and forth, 'bout to break that shit"
"That's to show you how nice I am"

[Break - Man talking:]
And there is but one man
A man who has won more battles than he has fought
A man who has the confidence of his people

[Verse 2 - Classified:]
Go easy on emotion
This kid break beats on backs with backup to battle everybody boastin
On my coast, I'm still fresh as hell, of course I know the ropes
You can take the safe route, I'll keep puttin tapes out
But don't show your face (no!), from Vancouver to Saint John's
I still make songs for these haters to hate on
It's hip-hop and everybody got a cocky attitude
If you ain't let 'em know, no one else'll do it for you
And this is straight true (yo)
Everybody want to step but hold your breath there ain't no way you gon' play Luke
I stay in plain view, out of sight (then out of mind)
So I'm stayin busy cause I'm quickly runnin out of time
And I ain't the star type, I don't have the 'it' factor
Ain't a pretty boy, I'm a beat maker and sick rapper
I'll flip the game backwards and change the guideline (back up)
It's my time, so watch Classified shine
(Canada), step up, come on we know it's past due
We need to make a permanent mark on this game like tattoos
So slow your roll, you ain't ready for the cold
You ain't ready for this enemy endin your whole flow

[Chorus 2 - w/ ad libs]

Two thousand and [screech]
"That's to show you how nice I am"

F.A.D.S lyrics - Classified

Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (We Still Got A Long Way To Go)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
(It Seems That Anybod Will Buy In To Anything These Days. It's Funny But It's Serious. Listen.)

[Verse 1: Classified]
Now This Is All Before The Throw Backs, Trucker Hats, Spinners And The Platinum
Fans Come And Go, Ya'll Need To Recognize What's Happenin'
Far As I Remember, In 1982, There Was No One Hatin' You If You Rocked The Latest Shoes
Sytles Change Daily Like Everyones Opinion
Buy The Latest Fashion Just So You Can Fit In
In '89 Everybody Had Hammer Pants
And They Was Topped Off Nice With A Brand New [?]
Everybody Wore It
Now-A-Days Ain't A Chance That Any Of Us Sport It
And That's Why I Record This
Wanted All The Newest Style But Could Never Afford It
But Did Have A Mullet In My Elementry Porterate
Lesson Learned I Looked Stupid As Hell
But I Can Laugh At Myself Now Cause Kid I'm Doing Well
I Just Do It For Myself
Make Sure My Music's Felt
This Is Real Life Reality, Play What You Was Dealt
C'mon!

Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (You Gotta Win To Lose, You Gotta Lose To Win)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(Don't Be Jumpin' On The Newest Thing Every Other Day. Cause It's Going Quicker Than It Came.)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time

[Verse 2: Classified]
Hookin' Sped-Up Samples, Everybodies Usin' It
I Try To Skip Past But Can't Bring Myself To It
What Sounds Good Is Good, Keep It Plain And Simple
But Pitch Hit The Vocals And Slice A Bitch Insturmental
Back To The 80's Though, Kids Wearing Bike Shorts
Lookin' Like They Idoits, So This Is What I Write For
Open Your Eyes, All These Fans Are Fading Out
Like Pull-Over Chicago Bull And L.A. Raider Coats
Say It Ain't So But All Of It Gets Played Though
Like Sneakers With Velcro, Speakin' What You All Know
Preachin' With A Raw Flow, Tryin' To Make It Easy
You Don't Need To Buy These Things Just Cause It's On The Tv
Believe Me! I Did The Same Thing In High School
I Had The Doc Martin Shoes And Thought "Classified's Cool"
But C'mon That Went Out Quicker Than A British Night
So Now I Spit It Right Everytime I Hit The Mic
Wha!!

Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (We Must Cross)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (Still Goin')
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(Another Trend Another Day)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time

[Verse 3: Classified]
And I Remember Women With Their Haircut Lookin' A Straight Menace
With They Bangs A Foot In The Air Like Elaine Bennes
These Wack Trend Setters Get Backed By Pretenders
Leg Warmers, Mesh Shirts, All That Shit!
I Remember!
I'm Sick Of Seeing 'no Fear' On Peoples Windsheilds
Cause Everybody Had It On Their Car Or Truck In Enfield
Remember Fanny Packs, Or Pouch, Or Whatever You Called It
Kids Used To Wear Them With Nothin' In It And Think They We're Ballin'!
We All Fell In To It
But Yes This Game Is Fresh
So I Still Try To Improve It, Persue It
But If Rap Fails, I'm Growin' Back My Rat Tail
Movin' Back To Enfield And Livin' A Simple Life

Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross (And That's It)
And Mountains That We Must Climb (We're Still Goin' Uphill)
{"I Testify"}
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
(We Gotta Learn From Our Mistakes, You Know We're Wastin' Money Out Here)
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time

Aaallllthough There Are Oceans We Must Cross
And Mountains That We Must Climb
I Knoooooooow That Every Game Must Have A Loss
So Pray That Our Loss Is Nothing But Time
Aaallllthough

The Final Time lyrics - Classified

[Verse 1]
Name is Classified, MC and producer
been doin this for a couple years now, still tryin to get through to ya
Born in Nova Scotia close to 25 years ago or so
started spittin around 15 and puttin beats down at 16
I was one in a million, no one ever tried what I did
there was no real hip hopers doin shit like this in the place that I live
I came to Halifax and I've been here for like half a decade
Tryin to earn the respect of MC's, didn't worry about tryin to get paid
And I won't lie, the reception I got was kinda lukewarm
But I stuck with my craft, perfected it in true form in every new song
Now I'm doin shows and tourin straight across the country
Supportin myself with music and startin to make a little money

[Journalist]
"Cla... Class... Right here, right here, Class. I just want to know
what you think about hip-hop these days, in your eyes, how do you see it?"

Well if you ever listen to a track by Class, you'd know how I feel
But let me put it to ya plain and simple, I hate this shit for real
there ain't no skill, ain't no wordplay, just mimics and clones
They all say they're keepin it real, but won't admit that they're wrong
And we got underground cats who are trying to be different... That's respectable
But it's a fine line between being different and good'n and different and pitiful
Your beats are made with pots'n pans and they don't hit
And if you can flow on a beat then please just leave and don't spit'n that's it
I got nothin else to say about this rap shit
I'm doin me now, forget everyone else, I'm already passed it
Now it's about the masses and gettin my music out to'em
So I careless about these so called, "MC's" screw'em, next question

[Chorus]
I'm hearin all the same questions, same things, different interviews
Just another day goin by, same reply comin outa Luke
Let me tell ya for the final time...

[Journalist]
"Could you tell me something no one else knows about you?"
"Classified, could you tell me who inspires you?"
"What's your real name?"

[Chorus]
"Class, when did you first start rhymin?"
"Who are you workin with right now?"
"Class, Class... Where do ya, where do ya got to go next... what's next?"

[Verse 2]
Still writtin, still droppin bangers
still spittin, still trying to enlighten
Doin beats for everybody from no names to Maestro Fresh Wes
Did a few songs on his new album, some are sayin their his best yet
Toured with Ludacris, that was dope but pissed his management off
I'm a hard act to follow, at least that's what his management thought
I careless who I'm playin with, I still give 100%
I'm finally gettin recognized but still have trouble payin my rent
Workin on my tenth record, my tenth demo, call it what you will
Still recordin in my bedroom studio without a record deal
But things will change, I'm a patient guy, I know what I'm workin with
This record industry's funny, you can't keep me behind curtains kid

[Journalist]
"Class, Class, excuse me, you've been doin this for a little while now
what are you going to do if it doesn't work out?"

Well a job ain't for me, I'll tell ya the truth I'm a lazy cat
So if this hip-hop shit don't work out I got nowhere else to fall back
Ain't trying to go to school, or go back to doing computer support
I FUCKIN HATED that job so of course it'll be my last resort
I'm trying to make some cash, through rap so I can support my ass
But never change my style for anybody, still the same old Class
And if I make it or not, it doesn't matter I'll still do this
Just behind closed doors the way I started with this music

[Chorus]

[Journalist]
"Class, tell me what makes you different from everyone else?"
"Where did you grow up at?"
"How old are you?"

[Chorus]
"Do people compare you to Eminem?"
"Classified, how would you describe your music?"

[Class]
It's hip-hop... That's it... Stop askin the same questions

Still Hip-Hop Interlude lyrics - Classified

Whats The Deal With The Air Force 1's And The Bling That You Rock On Your Chains?
Just Because Ya See It In A Video Doesn't Mean You Hafta Act Like A Skank
There's A Lot Of Fuckin' Gangsta's Honey
And The Rappers Sayin' Nothin' Still Makin' Money

Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me

What's Wrong With The Car I'm Driving Can't You Tell That It's Out Of Style
Should I Get A Set Of 20" Rims Just To Drive An American Mile?
It Doesn't Matter If You Really Like It Or Not
As Long As Your Living It Is Still Considered Hip Hop

Dope, Crack, Knives, Gats, [?] And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me
Bling Bling, Shiny Things, Back Packs And All Of That
It's Still Hip Hop To Me

Heh... That Was Fuckin' Stupid...
But I Liked It!

Sibling Rivalry lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)

[Verse One]
Oh here we go again, mics pissed off
Rhyme for a year think he's all Hip Hop
Well excuse me please Mr. 10 year veteran
It looks like the fame might be going to your head again
Look I've had it up to hear, always talking me down
Bossing me around, scared I'm taking your crown
Not even in the slightest
Ya we'll see
Man you wouldn't write shit if it wasn't for me
You Ain't have no cd's no free beats, no trips you
Ain't Grateful for none of that shit
wait run it back kid, you Ain't paid me a buck
why you think I never had money for that stuff
Cause you cant keep a job
Man neither can you
I left home in 98' mom and pops still ya crew
Fuck it I'll get personal, put it in perspective
You grew up with a silver spoon and never learned a lesson
Everything was handed to you
That wasn't my choice, mom and dad only had enough
money for only one boy
And that's me more skill more sick more ill
more spit more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented

We constantly have these rivalries [x5]
Okay enough with the singer man I thought you were a mc
Ya I spit raw, and sing a smooth melody
I'm multi talented, you stick to the basics
You find what you good at and never ever change it
Ya I found what I'm good at, I say I got a formula
Still keep it fresh not the same old boring stuff
Everyday you call tho
Bro you're the sickest just give me a beat man come on
I'm fuckin rippin'
Some things never change
Ya I'm still getttin hand outs, jsut got my first pair of Hammer pants now
You a second rate rapper
What? Gettin better cause I rhymed for a year and your boys think I'm better
Ohhhh, I'll give you credit you can rhyme
But you only just started and already in your prime
Your only going down while I'm slowly going up
Gettin higher in this game while your only smokin up
Fuck you!!!
Fuck you!!!!!
Bitch I've had it with your attitude
Ya but I'm your brother so really what can ya do?
Your still gonna give me beats for free
Your right, I hope you blow yo your signed to half life
And that's me more smart more skill more sick more ill
more spit, more flow, let's go, no joke
No bro let me tell them how it really is
I'm more ill more balanced more real and more talented

What's Real lyrics - Classified

I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]

[Verse 1: Classified]
It's such an old cliche but paints a perfect picture
I know I'm busy a lot I'm really tryin' to work this with ya
And I ain't the sappy type but listen' I'ma set it straight
I know I'm missin' Birthdays and other important dates
But this music's got my hands tied and it keeps gettin' tighter
I know it'll pay off, the dark days'll seem better
And it really ain't that bad but I see where ya comin' from
I'm gone by the weeks you gotta stay home to make ends meat
You wakeup at 6, I sleep in to 10 o'clock
You work a 9 to 5 and I stay home without a job
And I can see why that pisses you off and pushes your buttons
But you can't forget girl I ain't doin' this for nothin'
Sometimes I'd rather go out, than make beats or write rhymes
But I gotta take advantage and take a chance in this lifetime
I hope you understand that, I know you waitin' patiently
But gimme a little time, I'll make this worth your while I guarunteed
So listen for a minute

I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes (I sit and write sometimes)
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]

[Verse 2: Classified]
Now step in my shoes and see this from my view
Got 10 years of payin' dues
If I succeed so do you
If I'm rich than so are you
And I know that ain't important
And I know that you support me and everything I'm recording
But we all need assurance, ain't no shame in admittin' it
Soon you'll have a ring sliding down over your fingertip
I know your waitin', and I ain't the most romantic
But I know what I have and I ain't taking that for granted
Patience is a virtue that I know most of us lack
5 years together, that's longer than most marriges last
So please bear with me cause through thick and thin
I'm trying to build a foundation, I just hope your listenin'
And I respect you, that's why I never fuck whores on tour
Treat you like I should, but I know sometimes you get ignored
And I spend too much time haning with Mary Jane
Worrying about this hip hop shits a scary game
And rappers are a dime a dozen, you get used up
Fans fade away, turn on you, and tell ya "You suck"
But I know you'll be here still wit' me when it's through
So don't ever think I'll put this music shit ahead of you
And that's what's real

[x2:]
I Love You
So I sit and write sometimes
I'm very clear my love
to say what's in my heart
But all those lines all fall apart [?]

Unexplainable Hunger (Remix) lyrics - Classified (feat. Royce Da 5'9" & Kid Vicous)

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" - talking (Classified) "Scratched Samples"]
["Royce 5'9""]
The M.I.C. baby
["Classified"]
It's called Unexplainable Hunger
["Ch-Choclair"]
From U.S. to Canada
(Mic check one, two)
Of course my name is Royce 5'9"
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(You want to set this off?)
Yeah, yeah (let 'em know)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Once upon a time in the city of crime
A nigga named Nickel Nine, came in with the nine
Flamin, with the rhyme, the flame quick as the nine
Aimin at the game sayin "the city is mines" (now)
He looked like the type you underestimate
He's never a suspect, no one investigates (uh huh)
He be beatin them charges with mothers and fathers goin (on and on and
On and) [Royce 5'9"]
It should be a felony to be this vicious on the beat
I'm dope, I'm sellin D like a Piston on the streets
Yellin "D! ", for the cheddar cheese
The cheddar I brought, letter B
Like a spelling bee, the pathetic bark, let it be (be, be)
Or get ya chain snatched y'all (y'all)
Jaw cut is a stain of train track scar (scar)
Whoever think of talkin shit to me'll be a memory
His train of thought will stain that car (uh)
I will stretch your dreams from the front seat to the back seat, if I
Could blow a brain that far
Niggaz want to get to know me all 'cause the way I be spittin
Every ho, every bitch in the city be goin...

[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
We give 'em what they want! (yeah, yeah)
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Royce 5'9""]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard to explain"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
Classified
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]

[Verse 2: Classified]
Yeah, I'm from a place where it snows six months of the year
Coldhearted, livin off a blunt and a beer
Bodyslam MC's, have 'em runnin for clear
And I'm a skinny white dude, I ain't nothin to fear (Class)
More advanced than you technical cats
Your literature's littered, (literally) edible trash
You rappers gone nuts? Get your testicles back
I got the competition sweatin more than sexual acts [moaning]
Now take your shot, you think you gettin me?
It's like Snoop Dogg really goin out and quittin weed
I'm always gettin louder man, never thought you'd listen
Leave you walkin different, without a pot to piss in
Came in this game, no plan and no structure
No love from labels, so basically "fuck ya! "
Learned to play my part for the love of this art
Spittin with the same passion I did at the start
I feel a warm breeze

[Chorus: Classified "Scratched Samples"]
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
Yeah
So tell 'em who it is!
["Classified"]
["Starvin MC"]
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
["Hard, hard"]
["They're tryin to get the meal"]
We give 'em what they want!
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
So tell 'em who it is!
["Cho-Choclair"]
["What up, what up, what up, what up"]
("Starvin MC")
["It's, it's hard to explain"]
Talk to 'em
["They're tryin to get the meal"]

[Verse 3: Choclair]
Check me out y'all, yo, yo, Choclair, see, shit ain't sweet
Cheese sandwiches for lunch, two jeans by week
A dollar short for the bus fare again this week
Deprivation from the sleep 'cause them barrels speak
I tried to elevate myself, got a nine to five
But yo it's hard when you makin three ninety five
You turned crosseyed, take your eyes off the prize
Lose focus, lose balance on this fucked up line
So, grab your gruff dog, pull yourself up (yeah)
'Cause these haters just waitin to take your spot up
Brush your shoulders off, pop your collar
Make some power moves and then get dollars
Then these girls go and leave their scent on your collar
Bring their scent home, then wifey's gon' holla
She say you let consumers just dip into the product
But really you be showin your supporters that you got 'em
So daps for the fellas (yeah), hugs for the ladies (yeah)
Some kiss me on the cheek, some act a little crazy
+Parking Lot Pimpin'+ and they call pumpin Jay-Z
Yo, it's just a summer, make me want to cop a Hummer (woo!)
But yo, it's just shocks with a trailer load of lumber
Got the hot tracks that hit every summer (summer)
Yo, it's just Royce Nickel Nine, with my boy Classified
Yo it's Ch-Ch-Ch-Choclair

[Break: Royce Da 5'9" - talking, "Scratched Sample"] [echo]
Yeah
I want to introduce y'all to my young pitbull
["With these rhymes that are classic"]
We call 'em Vishis in the U.S. y'all

[Verse 4: Kid Vishis]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a beast, shouldn't been let up out of the cage
I will blaze, any rapper you niggaz bring in my way (ay!)
Dude'll box you, dude'll pop you
You punks get chopped, my rifle's goin Kung fu (woo, woo)
Two shots'll ruin your Botox and shatter your whole block
If you chatter a whole lot
The young boss, another book, another pen, another song, another win
Another kill, another sin
Calm killer, who's iller than the pen and pad thriller?
A cappella bone chiller, verbal gun clutch nigga (yeah)
Call forensics, Vishis ass went ballistics
Start trippin, hard niggaz turn liquid
Nigga, Bobby Fischer in this game, chess master, actually spittin
Strategies
Casually cause casualties
You want to battle, but when you rap you be babblin
Later you broke playin askin +Why+ like Jada (like Jada, like Jada)

[Outro:] [echo]
["Starvin MC"]
["Hungry-hungry-hungry tryin to get the meal"]

"Trial & Error" (2003)

Gossip lyrics - Classified

[Verse 1]
Walk in to a room with my hands on my side, head raised
All this gossip and talk, it reminds me of my webpage
Ya'll people give me headaches
It's hard to keep my head straight
It's like tryin to go up but held down by dead weight
Walk on lands and stay interesting
Nine albums dropped and I can't play an instrument
A lot of people wanna say I'm cheap as fuck
Why, cause I spend my money on my beats and cuts
Ya'll peeps speak too much, matter of fact
You'll peeps can eat these two nuts and still peep my new stuff
I ain't too ashamed, I say what's on my mental
Try to quit my job and make a livin on my pencil
But sometimes, people like to open up they mouth
Put their nose in my business, kid ya'll need a life
Since the first day my mom taught me how to read and write
I've been spreadin my vocab to the land like Jesus Christ
So believe the hype, yo I'm dope when I speak on mics
So when I smoke pass the beeper I don't need a pipe
Trust me kid, I'm mendin' all my nemeses
(But class!) cut you off in the middle of your sentences

[Chorus]
Ah damn! Another motherfucker up in here
Runnin his mouth and puttin shit in your ear
Ah damn! And I ain't tryin to hear what you sayin'
Stop with the gossip cause it ain't entertainin'
Ah damn!
? when you say my name
Try to spread love through the game
Say what you want I wont change

[Verse 2]
(Go ahead) call me a pasty white kid (whatever) I ain't concerned
I can't sun tan, I'm too hot, I burn
And if I drop I'll return with the status that I left
Yeah this is a game and I play the reign of ref
Cause I break rules, take fools for they money and they fake jewels
Eh yo some things never change
And I'm puttin in work more than one way ask your lady
You still wanna talk, actin' like class is lazy
See I'm like a bum with no legs, I cant stand workin'
But I'll write in to the night until my right hands hurtin'
Strike like lightening and kill all the nonsense
Son, just be honest you never were a profit (now stop this!)
Why you wanna rhyme like you deep now
I tried to listen but your puttin me to sleep pal
I'm flowin' better when I freestyle, listen to me speak now
Impress your female but keep it on the DL (shhhhhhh)
Some things are better unsaid
Your whole rhyme book is better left unread
And I ain't tryin to turn this in to a battle track
But I gotta handle cats who try to battle back

[Chorus]

Heavy Artillary lyrics - Classified (feat. Rockey Ninja)

{"I Live For The Moment"}
{"Class Got You Open"}

[Verse 1:]
Yo, Is You Ready For The Man Steppin In With The, Heavy Artillary
Both Hands Cocked To The Back, Ready And Willing
Spit Fire Over Tracks, Ain't Feelin Me
Judging How I Look, Not My Lyrical Abilities
Please, This Is For My People In The Background
Stayin Out The Limelight, Moldin How A Track Sounds
(Walk) With My Cap Down
(Class) Neva Back Down
(Weight) Do The Half Pound
(Fight) Till The Last Round
And Keep Movin, I'm Like Parker Lewis' Hair Lubes
I Gotcha Runnin Man, With Or Without Dance Moves
I Don't Get ???, Sometimes I'm Just Pissed Off
Drive By Your ? Wave Hi And You Get Flipped Off
And It's Like That, All I Do Is Write Raps
Drop Beats For Hype Tracks Smoke Weed For Nightcaps
Step Up, We Strike Back
Listen How We Word It
Always Underground But I Rise To The Surface

[Chorus:]
Getto You Dem Of The Heavy Artillery
That's Why All The Girls Them Love We
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We,
And Them Whole An Apology
Cause Ya Know We Have The Heavy Artillery
Flex With The Friends We No Flex With The Enemies,
Cause We Enemy We Wan' Come Hurt We

[Verse 2:]
Yo And When I'm Dyin' At Home
I Want A Picture On My Headstone
My Microphone, Two Tables And My Headphones
Cross-Fader, ? In The Mpc
Restin Here? No, Producer / Emcee, But Let's Move
Sometimes I Wanna While Out And Wanna Let Loose
Puff Weed Drink Brews For An Excuse
I'm In The Wrong State Of Mind
All You Flashy Rappers Talk And I'm Here To Take Your Shine
Take You Props And Make Them Mine
So How Ya Like Me Now?
I See Your Temper Rise And You Wanna Strike Me Down
But I Will Stay Here, And Whether Or Not I Play Fair
Depends On These Rappers Actin' Like They're Needin' Daycare
Children, Stop Playin Start Buildin'
I Don't Care Who You Know Or If You Push The Hard Million
It's Hard Dealin', I'm Almost Ready To Explode
Everybody Wanna Hate But We Really Need To Grow, Lets Go

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Yo I See Ya Leanin On The Wall With Your Hands In Your Back Pocket
Actin' Hard, Like You Can't Feel This, Stop It!
I Know Some Rappers In The Place Really Can't Rock It
But When I Get Up On The Mic It's Always Hot Shit
Listen As I Take You Through This
Spit From The Heart, This Is Art More Than Music
Half Of You Are Clueless, Don't Know The Real
You Repeat What You Hear And Expect A Record Deal
I Live For The Moment, Class Gotcha Open
This Is That Shit Right Here, Still Boastin'
I See Through Ya And I'm Finished With The Small Talk
Done Wastin Time Son, You Guaranteed To Fall Off

[Chorus]

On Tha Brink lyrics - Classified

[Hook: x3]
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk

[Verse 1:]
Mr. Nice Guy, It's Time To Fight Fire With Fire
Light Up The Night Sky, Fallin On My Right Mind
My Attitude Don't Get The Job Done
Instead Of Shoppin' Demo's To These Record Labels I Shoulda Robbed Them
And Fuck Tryin Ta Meet The President Or So And So
I Stand Toe To Toe And Throw Down Blow For Blow
Ya'll People Don't Take Me Serious On Wax
Cause I'm Doin' This From Canada, The East Coast At That
So I Reach Out And Smash All Ya'll Disrespectin'
Buy Myself A Weapon And Shoot Till Ya'll Learn A Lesson
Everybody Talks About It, How Hard Is It?
It's Like Everyone's A Thug Maybe I Want Apart Of It
Could You Imagine This, Class With A Whodi Wrist
Tight Grip With The Heat Packed Beside My Hip
Oh Shit, It's Just The Start Of It
There's A Lot Of Money In This World Where's My Part Of It
Cause I Wont Stop Until You Give Me My Respect
Stab You In The Neck And Fill Your Body With The Check
I'm Kidnappin' Your Mom, Fuck I'll Knock Your Whole Crew
And These Are Just A Few Things That I Could Do To You
But I've Grown Up, So I Don't Talk All That Shit
But Maybe I Woulda Blown Up If I Fronted Like I Did
Would Of Gotten That Extra Grant To Shoot Another Video
But They Give It To The Same Ol' Kid With The Same Ol' Shitty Flow
(Oh) I Can't Believe This
I'm Tryin To Keep Myself Positive But It's Hard When I See This
And That's Some Real Weak Shit You Build To My Struggles
Someday I Might Snap And Cause You A Little Trouble

[Hook: x2]
I'm A Very Bad Daddy I Am I Am
I'm A Nasty Piece Of Work
I'm A Terrible Villain I Am I Am
In Deep Dark Places I Lurk

Unexpected lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic Boyd)

[Verse 1:]
I'm the type of kid who wears jogging pants to your downtown scene
Stay comfortable with a pound of brown weed
Lounge around streets and down a few Keiths,
Pound a few beats, ya'll know the sound is unique
Now, who is this, Class, last man standing
Gas can in hand trying to blast Grand Canyons
What, I gotta act hard to be a rap star?
I grew up in the sticks fighting hicks in my backyard
Ain't nothing pretty, far from the grimiest
Started in the 90's and it's still hard to find me
Sitting on the benches, still independent
But a Halflife artists, attacks mics hardest
So open up your eyes, hold back, stop the talking
I speak to individuals so listen through a walkman
I know I say it often, hard to understand
But I'm sick of doing shows in front of 25 fans

[Chorus: x2]
We know, ya'll ain't ready
People, won't expect me
Class, stay ahead of this
Ya'll, reap the benefits
Your whole steeze is devilish
And that's why, we ending it!

[Verse 2:]
Now I don't walk with a limp, I walk with a swagger in my step
Nova Scotia kid putting majors to the test
Behavior is a mess, stressed, wanna put this dagger in your chest
Feel like laying ya to rest
But I calmed down and keep my head up
Ignoring all these wack rap cats who got me fed up
Doing this for class so fuck all the challengers
You wanna get your talent heard, well let me mark it on my calendar
And we can do this, rhyme for rhyme, who's fluid
I let me frustrations out strictly through music
That's why I'm laid back when I talk all the time
But I'll smash you in the melon if you cross that line
Listen, I ain't trying to make this physical now
Ya pitiful pal, comparing to my lyrical style
A mile a minute, moving, keep running laps
Making heads turn till I hear something snap

[Chorus]

{We will be here}
{For}{Ever}
{Better recognize and try to analyze this}
{Get what i'm saying}

[Verse 3:]
Yo, Grade 6, smart mouth teen
I thought I was the shit wearing acid wash jeans
Now I'm trying to take over this rap and rock scene
Testing all teams when I'm letting off steam
Effecting ya'll beans, my flow is to dope
If I smoke another rapper, I'll need a hole in my throat
Never smoked weed all through senior high school.
It just wasn't for me, I wrote rhymes recorded beats
But now, ah yo, I'm known to get stoned quick
Get up on the net and start bootlegging my own shit
Grown kid, still throws fits
Attack tracks with rap and stay focused

[Chorus x2]

Just The Way It Is lyrics - Classified (feat. DL Incognito, Eternia, Maestro)

[Verse 1: Eternia]
I Played These Strings As A Kid
I Play These Strings Like A Violinist
Or A Violent Man Whose Life Is Finished
In It Till The Death Of Me
'till The Bones Are All That's Left Of Me
Look And Ya'll See The Remedy The Authenticity
Eternally Everlasting Mapping Out This Craft Till My Last Breath
You Bury Me With Pharaoh In My Casket
I Mastered This Massive Maze Avoid Disaster
And Came To My Senses Learning Lessons To Harass
I'm Raised Right Night Or Daylight Never Got Stage Fright
Ya Fame Might Cash For The Moment But I Slay Mic's
I Stay Tight Class And Dl U Know They Same Types
Rapping And Reciting Cause We Enticing A New Life
And To My Kids In The Next Life My Minds On The Biz
Ya'll Can Classify The Raps That I Exhibit
Exquisitely And Simply, Eternia That's Reppin' This

[Chorus:]
We've Dealt With The Ups And Downs
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
Some People Choose To Smile Other Choose To Frown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
And Once You At The Top They Hafta Take Your Crown
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round
We Filled The Foundation From The Underground
It's Just The Way It Is, The Way The World Goes Round

[Verse 2: Classified]
You Now I'm That Kid Reppin' The Burbs
Who Spits And Severs Your Words
Talk With A Full Mouth, Spit, Then Enter My Verse
These Copycats Neva Get To Heaven First
Cause They Style Is Fadin' Out Like Some Chip N' Pepper Shirts
Ya'll Need To Spit Some Other Words, Rip A Better Verse
To Concerned To Get The Cheddar First
That's Why You Never Get The Perks
And I've Been Playin With This Game Since I Was Fifteen
Livin In The Outbacks, Dirty And Sportin' Ripped Jeans
I've Been Here, Rock Shows, Ten Years I Dropped Flows
It's Just The Way It Is, I Did This Shit And Neva Got Doe
Much Love Though, Everything I Did It Made Me Tighter
And Now I Cipher With Some Of The Best Rhyme Writers
The Beat Slicer, I Cut It Up On Every Angle
With These Live Instruments Layin' Over Dirty Samples
I've Been Amped, Ever Since The Pen And Pad Been In My Hand
Represent The Hour Glass, (Times Up) It's Done Man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Dl Incognito]
Somebody Said Dl You Spit Too Many Battle Rhymes
You Ain't Sayin Nothin'; You Fuck With Nigga's Minds
There's Meaning To My Lines, So Listen Carefully
A Metaphor, A Simile I Ride Them Merrily
I'm Buyin What Your Sellin D I Master My Craft
That's What You're Thinkin But Some Day I Hope I'm Makin Some Cash
I Did It For The Love Of The Art, It Didn't Pay Off
Should I Sell Out? By No Means Just Keep Workin Hard
I'm Tryin To Quit My Day Job, Build A Career
Move With God Speed, Rockin A Spear
Guitar Riffs Like Heavy Metal, I've Got The Heavy Mental
I Come Equipped With The Real Shit, The Bare Essentials
I've Covered Ground Like An H2 Hummer
So Next Time Nigga's Won't Sleep Like Slumber
Just Incase You Wonder, I've Got A Thick Catalog
I'm Not A Newcomer I'm Just New To Ya'll

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Maestro]
Yo Yo Fathers And Holy Spirits?
Critics Ridiculed My Hits But Dig It
Nobody Show, They Flow Infinite
I Live It, Love It, Done It And Did It
Visually Vivid, Committed to spit it
I Kill I Will I'm In It To Win It
I Was Born Shell Toein', Elbowin', Hell Throwin
Jam Blowin' (Shortly Known As) [? ]
End Zone In My Flow Can Leave Your Crew Deceased
But Check The News Release
The Son Is Classified; You Know He's Rulin' The East
Good Grief, Peep The Article
Blaze You With The Audible, Spark You With The Arsenal
Can't Stop The Honorable
Bad To The Bone, Either Condemn Or Condone
? Will Go To War Like Like Arafat And Sharon
Cause I'm The King Of The Throne, Internationally Known
Fuck A Pen And A Pad Cause Now I Write With Tablets Of Stone
Give The God Credit
Go Ahead And Treat It Like A Lost?
Classified, Just The Way It Is: Authentic

Got Luv lyrics - Classified

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, Yo... Listen
Now I've Got Love For Somethings That I Gotta Confess
Got Alot Of Small Talk That I'm Putting To Rest
Gotta Beat Guarnteed That'll Snap Ya Neck
I Got Love For My Weed And My Unemployement Cheques
(Yes) I'm Still Making My Call
Love My Girl , This World, But Don't Recycle At All
I Got Love For Player Haters, Fuck It, I Am One
I'm Jealous As Hell, I'm Waiting For My Chance Son
I Do This Hands On
Still In Progress.. Still Ain't Won, But I Guess I Never Lost Yet
I Gotta Give It Up To Mc's Who Spit Dope
(Why?) Cause You Inspire Me To Dubble Check What I Wrote
Wack Mc's Love It When They Come Out
Cause Wack Rappers, Give Me Something To Write About
Like Right Now, You Bite, And I'll Bite Down
Cut You Off, You Out Of Sight Now
Critics, Gotta Love Them, Put Your Flame Up
Cause When You Dissin, You Make Me Step My Game Up
Check The Change Up, Been Ill Since I Came Up
Runnin' This On Empty And Still Fill Your Brain Up

[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes

[Verse 2:]
Everyone's A Rapper Now, Their Ain't No Hip Hop Fans
Everybodys On The Mic, It's Time To Get Off Man
You Ain't Built For The Game I Hit Like Rock Bands
Your Fruity Loops Beats Don't Hit Like "Ah Damn!"
Ex 9 To 5'er
Class, Still Building
And With A Small Studio
And Doing Shows At The Pavilion
I Use To Love Getting Taxed By The Goverment
Cause Now I'm Home, Getting Paid And I'm Loving It
Yo ,I Got Laid Off
Now I'm Paid Off
For The Next Year Or So
So I Got A Year To Blow
Understand? I Always Have A Plan And I'll Follow It
Spit This With Pride, Cause You'll Never See Me Swollow It
Plus
You Gotta Love A Girl With Class
And If You Can't Understand Then Go Back And Do The Math
I Ain't A Concious Rapper But Still State My Views
I'm A Kid At Heart, Watching Sports Entertainment Pay Per Views
And I Hating You, Kid I Got Love
Go Ahead And Diss Me Spread My Name Through The Club
I Could Use The Marketing, Huh I Got The Skill
I Just Gotta Get My Name Out And Continue To Build

[Chorus: x2]
Now Let Me Get This Off My Brian
I Got Love For Some Things
That I Never Thought Could Happen
But Anything Could Change
I Got Love For My People And Everyone Of My Foes
And Anyone In This Game Who Keeps Me Fresh On My Toes

Trial & Error lyrics - Classified

I keep on steppin' with class (with class)
N-n-n-n-n-now
We been

[Chorus:]
I keep on steppin with class
Keep on movin, folks might even be hatin' me
But I shall proceed, yes indeed don't underrate me
(N-n-n-n-n-now) watch us do our thing
(We been) in and out this game
Comin' through with the mic in my hand
No guarantees but I take my chance

[Verse 1:]
Rotate, everybody in the whole place
In a cold state, move with a bold face
Act criminal, ya'll like O.J
But we all know you safe like home plate
Class spit this rough like road rage
Where you comin' off? weekend low rates?
Oh great, waste of my patience
Wait for rotation on radio stations
Stress can't think
Off the wall, layin on the brink
Never need a shrink
Rap: my output
Feel it in the pen, write it in my notebook
I'm no crook, but don't think I won't fill your ass with both foot
And no you never lost your brain
You can't understand cause I talk with slang
Bent off the chain, trial and error
Track for track, mile of terror
Say what you want, cause I don't hear ya
Done with the gossip, visions clearer
Heads get twisted from talkin' hype
Like every emcee just lost his sight
[? ] tight until I toss the mic
You ain't sayin nothin... get off the mic!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
And ever since day one, stuck to my guns
Same outlook never changed none
And some people act strange and dumb
Sayin' I sold out cause fans I gained some
Anybody explain to me how this game came to be a fuckin' joke
Everything's goin' up in smoke, any day now I'm bustin' out
Class, got kids to pass, it's deeper than that you can't pass Class
Fall down, the get off your ass
It ain't a pep talk it's a lesson, the last
I ain't tryin to be a teacher man
But I will educate tryin to reach my fans
You ain't underground cause you make a? track
You an armature, you ignore the fact
Got heads in the back about to flip off
Don't talk or you might get your lip popped
Start shit like super bowl kickoff
Take time like I just stole your wrist watch
Pay dues, shit I pay don'ts
Made some mistakes and I never fade out
Class got this game of lock
[? ]

[Chorus x2]

It's Sickening lyrics - Classified (feat. Mic B)

Oh another one of those songs huh?
Yeah, Beautiful day

[Chorus]
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening

This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you

[Verse 1: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh Yo Mic (yeah)
Remember back in the day
We never smoked weed, never rapping this day
We had so much energy, ambition to play
(Yeah, we was hitting the weights and trying to live everyday
To the fullest, Weed) was some bullshit
(To my peeps) we stole it
(Locked in the honda and rolled it
We Smoked out) No doubt, We got blazed
Remember that, I used your hat as the ash-tray
And that was the last day I'd ever be sober
Cause since then, life as I knew it was over
(Yeah me to, its so much better now
My visions clearer, but my eyes seem redder now
Its so great when I wake up and puke up a pile
Wipe my face with the towel, It's Sickening)
Eh yo, And sometimes I smoke so much my eyes close shut
I'm always hungry and I can't seem to eat enough *know what i mean*
Times is rough, a part of life is tough
But as soon as I'm waking up I'm in my room taking a puff *echo*

Ohhhhhhhh Good Morning World

[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you

I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening

[Verse 2: Classified + (Mic B.)]
Eh yo, now weed is not a bad thing, its a good thing
A neighbourhood thing, so much joy that it could bring
Kinda like the time your girl taught you a lesson
Dumped ya, you ended up on anti-depressents
(Yeah man I was stressing, ended up in the mental clinic
Doc said that I had to finish with the weed game and everything that's in it
But I didn't, So I'm livin in this world filled with misery
Weed seems to get to me!
Better leave and let it be
I can't believe I ever put that shit in me)

Mic B "Man that shit's nothing to me anymore"
Class "Wassup, wanna smoke this joint"
Mic B "Ahhhhh, I can't stay mad at you *puffing*"

[Verse 3: Classified]
Eh Yo, One time I was at Curley's, the outback pub
We was smoking in the bathroom till the bouncer broke it up
Kicked me out for smoking dope and stopped (holy fuck)
Its just weed, its not like I'm throwing up, Oh Well
Now I'm in the parking lot waiting by myself
Hear my name get called in side, could win a trip down south
Thought to myself, I gotta quit this weed
But we all know class will be blazed by 3

[Chorus]
This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you

I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I eat my weed, Its Sickening
I smoke my weed, I love my weed
I sleep with my weed, Its Sickening

This is Your, This is your song
Yes I'm telling the world theres no living without you
It'd be wrong, cause I wake up every morning thinkin about you

It's Sickening

This is For lyrics - Classified

(for the hip hop heads)
(for the MC's, for the Dj's)
(grafitti, the beatboys)
(please come up to the front)

Shit I'm up late
Tryin' to re-record my dubb tape
It's love hate-and this game is in a rough state
Some kids hate and wanna show up at my club dates
(go and talk shit I'll) shut you up with duct tape

This is goin' out to DJ's with vinyls
For every hip hop head-black to albino
Record executives who still got they spinal
Drop this for kids who wear they pants low in high school

(come on) And nothin' ever comes for free
Imma send this out to everyone who runs with me
Help me build up and live life comfortably
I'll remember everything that you've done for me

So let me talk
Clear out my brain and get props
Spit this for kids with a real love of hip hop
Fuck all the "blah blah blah blah same thing
where everybody says the same thing"
I can't stand that

This is for the girls who got their mans back
Can appreciate a song that ain't a dance track
Spittin' this right here for everyone who's original
Drop somethin' different not the same old

[mixed cuts for chorus]

(ya'll know the name)
class, get em' up
(claimin' that you pack heat)
(what-the fuck)
(represent hip hop, MC's, Dj's, grafitti)
(dancin' we be hoppin' and boppin')
Haha

[Repeat Chorus]

Yo I'll admit life is tricky
I know some kids in this game who'd die to hit me-jealous bastards
Open your mouth and you're gettin' slapped backwards
Drop this for kids who have a beer and are plastered

Spittin' this for the marajuana smokers
For anybody-high, drunk, or sober
I drop this for painters and every street breaker
The 5th element of hip hop-the beat makers

Got beef-we'll meet later
I got more important things to do
Then start shit and swing with you
(but bring your crew)

And when I got time
I'll spit a verse off the top of the head
"Your career seein' stop signs"

Drop rhymes
That make you stop tryin'
In the right mind
So I never pop mines

Can't afford lost time
I need to keep movin'
(I will win this game)
Cause I can't afford losin'

(go ahead) This is for the ones I hung around with
(go ahead) This is for the ones who kept me grounded
(and the rest of y'all) This is for the haters who hate me
Lately I couldn't care less-I wish you all the best

[Chorus]

Sendin' this out to everyone in Halifax
Ha
Joe Run, Jolly Green, Flex Man, my man J-Bru, Bonshah, can't forget Ground
Squad, Spesh K, J-Bizzy, my little brother Mic B, M2R Entertainment, Trobiz
Mista Kaspa, TKO, (ha) and Dj Ivy on the cuts

Three Beats & A MC lyrics - Classified

{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}

[Verse 1:]
Yea, Ha
Eh Yo Whos That Kid?
Wont Slip, Cock Shit
Bust Lips Hittin Hard
Tear The Legs From Ya Hips
Can Ya Bang With The Click?
Im Gonna Bang Till Ya Sick
Till Ya Cant Take It Son
I Remain On The List
Watch Me Blow By
Mc's Neva Had A Chance
If Ya Reach For The Mic
Then Im Severin Ya Hands
Im Betta Then Ya Mans
Ya Cousin And Ya Idol
Im Takin Every Title
Go Ahead Shoot Ya Rifle
Still Want Sutff?
And I, Keep It Movin
Eh Yo, Blast On Ya Track
Class Laugh If Ya Lose It
Yo Fuck Tryin To Prove From Ya Skills
Im Bored Down
Stopped In Ya Tracks, And Re-Track Its 4th Down
I Spit One Verse And Get A Technical Knock Out
Get Pounds All Around
Wear My Jacket N Walk Out
I Walk Out The Game
Ya Get Knocked Off Ya Frame
Ill Creep In Ya Classroom N Burn It To Flames

{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"Faster"}
{"Something Comes Close"}
{"I'm This Much Faster"}
{"This Is My Lifestyle Come Recognize Style"}

[Verse 2:]
Now I Got 40 Different Ways That I Can Take Off Ya Airways
Spit My Shit Rough And Only Landed On Ya Fairway
(Class) I Aint Tryin To Practice Fairplay
I'm Tryin To Blind Fold My Enenmy's
N Chuck Em Down A Staircase
Crash Land, On Every Last Man
From Here To Afghan, Yall Can Catch The Back Hand
'cept For A Class Fan
I Blast Mans With The Rhymes
That I Use Into Ya Mind, Get Confused, Ya Need A Catscan
And Im Just Askin
Why Empty's Always Wanna To Talk
When I A'int Up In The Place They Try To Tell Me Off
Call Ya Next Day
U Act Like Ya Shook
Keep My Name Out Ya Mouth
Ill Fill Ya Mouth With My Foot
Im Stompin On The Seen
N Got My People On The Side
We Used To Do A Lot Of Things
But Now Our Brains Gone N Fried
But Real Calm Inside
Keep This Rap Shit Together
I Started Off Of Skill
But Now Im More Dope Then Eva

[Verse 3:]
Damn, I Need My Weed Lit
Before I Spit This On The Remix
If Ya Dont Like It Eat Shit
I Mean This
If It Aint Broke Then Leave It
We Tryin To See Chicks On The Floor
Untill They Knees Split
Ill Flow Till Ya Sea Sick
And If Ya Man He Steppin Up
He'll Get His Teeth Split
Scream Fuck You!
Cross A Club, Hope Any Weed Slips
I Dont Just Spit, I Breathe This
The Game Aint Got A Recess
Yo Im Goin Full Out, Untill I Pull Out And Leave This
Yo Blowin Up The Scene
So When I Spit Its More Then Bomb Threats
Crack U In The Back, With These Tracks And Foreign Objects
Travserses In Topics Combine With More Then Concepts
Its Gaurenteed To Make These Mc's Vote Wuth The Contracts
Class Aint Waitin For These Record Labels To Call
Im Waitin For These Mutha Fuckin Rappers To Fall
Im Askin Ya All
You Ready For The Trash Talk? Ya Hands Saggin
Kid From The Old Back
Who's Dope And U Know That?
I Got My Shit Togetha More Then Explosive
Quit It, I Know Where The Dope Is
I Swear Sometimes Its Hopeless
And I Always Keep It Grounded
Spittin Out Frustrations
Im A Very Picky Person So I Got Enough Patients
So I Fuck The Wait, And I'll Do This By Myself
Wrote My First Rhyme
And Dropped My First Beat With No Help
So Go To Hell
Thanks For Nothin I'll Remember
Exactly What U Did (Nothin!)
Yea Ill Remember

"Union Dues" (2002)

Politics lyrics - Classified

Yo
It's all about politics
Yo hmmm Yo
Check, check
Steady, steady
Pop, Pop, Pop, Pop

It's all about politics in this game
Who ya know, How to make ya doe maintain
Gotta make them know the last name
Or gotta have a steady back frame
Just to keep yourself up
In my position no one else will help me up
And maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm not
Maybe I had it up to hear with that
I could get what you got, from your father
Cousin whatever relative, their the ones that got you signed
And you still ain't sellin' kid
hmm, kinda makes me wonder and frown
Got all these mutherfuckers trying to make moves in the underground
Trying to make moves, y'all about to lift off
Pretty much the reason why this wackness is hip hop
y'all need to make this shit stop
Put away your gimmickry to act for Chris Rock
I'm sick of hearing rappers trying to spit with no effort
y'all leave me disappointed like the 44 on the corner record

[Chorus: x2]
Now for my people on the side lines trying to make it spittin'
Ya need to recognize its steady politicking
It's doesn't matter 'bout your skill, ain't nobody gonna listen
Unless you know someone, cause its steady politicking

[Verse Two]
Ever since day one I never rhymed for green
never had nobody pullin' strings behind the scenes
And never had nobody with their hand around my shoulder
teaching me the industry, I learned as I got older
Did it on my own, made a name, kept it true
Never asked your opinion, keep it quiet less your crew
And fuck press reviews, when they talk like they got lines
Always trying to front, you write articles not rhymes
Don't let it get confusin', but if it comes to me and
we going toe to toe y'all losin'
Lyricly exclusive, verbally abusive, on a class track
makin critics look stupid
This ain't a optic allusion stop the confusion
I'm white and I drop tight music
Over looked, under used stop the presses
y'all in class now and ya failed the fuckin' test kid

Steady, politicking

And either way when I started I lacked vision
You never found class on the mic ass kissin'
I tracks hit 'em with velocity, authority
Doing what I gotta, make it hard for you ignore me
Try to block this out your mind
See what happens when I'm bold to knock you out your prime
I ain't trying to tell nobody you ignore the rhyme
But if I do, I'll leave your ass broken without a dime
So keep that on your mind

[Chorus]

Yuh Ded Now lyrics - Classified (feat. Dan-e-o & D-Sisive)

[Chorus:]
T-Dot
Ee Be Comin To Blow The Spot
Hal-Town
We Be Comin To Break It Down
D-Siggy-Sisive Killin' It!
Dan-E-O Killin' It!
Class Killin It!

[Verse 1: D-Sisive]
Yo, I've Had It Up To Here With Ya'll Weak-Ass Rappers
T-Dot Home Of The Original Four-Eyed Cau-Casian Assassin
It's Time For Some Action, Forget The Relaxin' Throw Your Hands Up
D-Sisive Makin It Hot Like Las Angeles
Snatch Crowd Reactions Without Even Askin
Amazing, Ain't Nobody Ever Gonna Phase Me
I've Spit The Ill Shit Since The Days Of Jac
And That Word, I Make Kids Run To They Bass From Len To Dim Sum
Switch Up To Mastermind, Fifteen Forty-Nine
It's D-Day When That Shit Done Re-Wi-I-Ind
One Love And Classified, And My Man Dan-E-O
And If Anybody Disagree, You'd Better Lay Low
T-Dot, Hal-Town, Canada Remain Home!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Dan-E-O]
Yo, From T-Dot To Halifax
We Rock With Battle Raps
Please Stop Your Chedda Black
We Seize Spots And Chatta Cats
Freeze Blocks And Rattle Cats, Scatter Jack
Matter Fact I'll Visit Any Habitat You Rappin At And Splatter That
Handle That, You Best Bring You Best ???
You'll Look Whacker Than That Black Dude In S-Club-7
Got Stress Plus Tension From These People Who Be Starin'
Always Askin' For Weed Throwin' ??? That He Swearin'
They Love My Music, Only For The Underground They Carin
But Ask Them If My Cd's In That Backpack They Wearin'
[?]
I'm Killin' Crews With Chronicles
Been Burnin' Tracks Long Before Downloading Was Possible
You Need To Be Logical, Now What Cha Hopin' For?
Hip Hop Just Stay Open, Raw When You Never Go To Stores?
Fuck It, Ima Flow For Sure, Even If You Don't Support
I'll Survive Longer Than Cuja And ???

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Classified]
Ayo, Let Me Rep Myself
Burnin' Tracks To To Scotia
Mom Pissed Cause I Never Grew How I S'posdea
Rhyme Flower, Used To Catchin Cold Shoulders
Now I'm Spitin' Vocals, Ridin Tracks Like Roller Coasters
Come In To This Game, Try To Prove That Class Matters
Now I Got These College Kids Feelin' Me More Than Backpackers
Same The Cash-Lacker I Had Backwards
Bad Boy Factor And Still Disposin Whack Rappers
The Track Master, Take You On, Laugh After
Last Chapter, Now You Finished Whack Bastard
Gimme Your Mic Son, Had Too Many Chances
Rappers Come And Go And I Just Gave You Leave Of Absence
Takin Your Finances, Spread It Where It's Needed
Now Everybody In My Crew Is Blazed Up And Weeded
I Never Regret What I Say So Leave It
Sayin' I'm Commercial, How The Fuck Could You Believe It?

[Chorus]

Questions lyrics - Classified

[Intro]
Yeah, oh yeah [x2]

[Verse 1]
Now from the words I view, ya'll people got me thinking
Why do I continue rhyming words while I'm speaking?
Why do I continue waking up every morning?
Why do I continue dissing rappers who are boring?
Got to many questions, thought with no answers
Way too many people saying put away the sampler
Why do people tell me I should pick up a guitar?
Why the fuck would I do that? I'm a mc not a rock star
How many people feel like this?
How many people wanna grip they head and feel a twist?
Trying to levitate, taking steps at a time
You can talk what you walk, no effect on my mind (Cause' I'm breaking necks)
No more making threats
People in this game claim to be natures best
Class taking bets, just for teaching y'all a lesson
But man, this ain't the time, I got one too many questions
For Real

[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions?
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, no it won't, get the best of me

[Verse 2]
When will I die? and how will I emerge?
When will I teach these mother fuckers not to doubt my words?
How can I keep myself together trying to survive?
How will I make through another day at 9 till 5?
I'm lost in this world, double-crossed in this world
Block everybody out; I'm pissed off at this world
Got 9 years of paying dues, and not a thing to show
Feel like throwing in the towel, call it quits and play it low
But I can't cause' I'm dedicated
I love this game, but at the same time I kind of hate it
Got me stressed and I can't figure if I'm going to make it
Got people telling me my records now anticipated, but I got questions
Like why did that peep give them beats away for free?
And how come I got greedy and started charging a fee?
How can we be happy when there's families' suffering?
And when will anyone from here win the Stanley cup again?

[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me

[Verse 3]
Aiyyo, 20 years from now, and I rich or am I broke?
Am I digging dirt from ditch's trying to my c.d out?
Do I sit behind a desk working different office jobs?
Paying off a student loans instead of dropping jaws?
That life ain't for all, and that life ain't for me
I was born to drop tracks, spit on mics properly
In the future; buy property, 64 acres
My people and my squad will be my next-door neighbours. (Pshh)
That's got me wondering, imagination running wild, my days are numbering
Y'all don't understanding what I'm thinking, 25 I'm finished
Unless I'm offered full-time employment in this business
Yeah? So what's it coming to?
And what am I supposed to do?
Trying to stay alive, they make that shit it's classified
But I'm doing what I want, expressing every word
This is my life, I'm living it so fuck what you heard

[Chorus]
What's up, with all these questions
I try to figure out, what I doubt, and keep on guessing
Do I trust destiny? (Whoa!)
Do that effectively
Is this like testing me?
But it won't, not it won't, get the best of me

Past Out lyrics - Classified

(Yawn)
2 o'clock woke up
breath smelling awful like somebody throwed up
bodies on the side of me, passed out or sleeping
lungs full of smoke, make it hard for me breathing
got no shirt, freezing, liquor bottles everywhere
half filled with matches, floor filled with ashes
spilled glasses, of vodka, bacardi
Now I'm trying to think, man what happen at this party
All I can remember was White Michael spitting
Mark Mirage spinning and Short Shane was drunk
Rest of it was blurry and kind of slip my mind
Now I'm feeling out of touch like I'm two steps behind
So I step through the house with my eyes wide open
Paste in my mouth from the hydro I 'm smoking
Knucklehead strolls in, ask what I'm doing
Rolls up a joint with this left over Cuban
Blazed that and kept moving, started going upstairs
Winded and couldn't make it up there
It's real pathetic if you wanna think about it
But I was smoking weed cause I can't drink without it

[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong

And as I finally made it to the 2nd floor
Out of breath still unsure what I'm checking for
Rooms are emptied like somebody just robbed em
But what do I care this ain't my place, ain't my problem
So I continued walking, bumped into klepto
Taking off with someone's Nintendo
And I seen Nath Cruise take booze
From these fake dudes, shaking in they boots trying to play cool
Laughed about it, then made my way downstairs
Made a drink and took another look around there
3 o'clock their ain't nothing going down here
Now I'm trying to think why I'm still standing around here
Forget it, I'm done, grab my coat and pager
Flipped off the neighbor in a pissed off behavior
Went straight to my house, I wish I stayed sober
Cause last night I was drunk, now I got these crazy hang over
Man, everyday goes the same
As I run through these motions again and again
Had a lot on my brain and finally said @#%$ it
Couldn't of been a great night, I already forgot it!

[Chorus x2]
First, first, let me introduce this, ha
Half out my brain trying to do this, nah
Trying to figure what's going on
My mind won't respond, can't tell right from wrong